We are on the fringes of massive life changes. We will be--Lord willing--closing on our new home in VA on 19 July. Packing starts on the 25th (possibly as early as the 22nd). When the packers are done, I will need to do a thorough scrubbing of the house so that it's completely ready for our new tenants. Tom's change of command is on the 29th, and we will basically change our clothes after the ceremony, climb into our vehicles, and set the GPS for north. Our fingerprints for the adoption are taken, and we are awaiting that final piece of paper (immigration approval) so that we can get our dossier through the final authentication stages through critical review at our agency, and sent on to China (hopefully--again Lord willing--before we hit the road). We're coming, Isabel, really we are!
Every day I try to stay focused on the to-do lists, but I am easily distracted. The reality is that I want life to seem "normal" right now, since our past few months have been anything but that. And yet (as I mentioned above) I am unable to conjure up "normal." Each day brings new adventures, final appointments...laundry...final music lessons, writing farewell notes to friends I'll miss dearly...laundry... mentally making lists of things to pack in our vehicles for the drive, setting out on the dinner adventure each afternoon (emptying out the freezers and pantry before the packers come--what can I make with a can of tuna, a jar of tomato sauce, and some dried Chinese mushrooms...hmmmmmm....)...oh, and did I mention laundry?
So I'll just roll with it. We are definitely living the "normal" Air Force pre-PCS life. And that is most definitely an adventure that constantly reminds me that our sovereign God is even bigger than the US Air Force.
Happy Summer to you!
